"True" Crime (and my awkward relationship to it)
I’m into true crime. I always have been, since I was a kid buying paperbacks about serial killers. My novels in the New Royal Mysteries...
Domestic Adventure Part Two: The Great Fork Audit
Read Part One at the Pandamoon Blog We had a plan. A good, responsible plan. A plan for the realistic future. My husband and I are both...
#NotALottaNazis: A Matter of Proportion
We make it feel like a quick decision. We make it look like an impulse. We don’t take signs, and I don’t own a pussy hat. On those...
Riding Across the Desert on a Fine Arab Charger, or: Tips for improving your most recent email to me
An apology is not a CYA memo. But if CYA is all you do, you have two tone options. One is whiny, the other is humble. Do the humble....
The Homebody's Book Tour: A #ReadLocalDC Blog Hop Post
I’m delighted to be participating in this bloghop event, but the theme-- “How does Washington DC inspire your writing”—is going to force...
The Fifth of July
Last night after dark, a neighbor we haven’t seen in months came outside to light fireworks in the middle of the street. We call him The...